Sanzo's Fan

This is my first upload for any fanfiction ever. I usually write it for myself. Someone I know convinced me to upload something, and I thought it would be cool to do so that I could improve. I love Saiyuki and I love the many different pairings possible, and this is one of the less-exploited ones. I think it's fairly in-character but feel free to tell me otherwise, that's one of the biggest priorities of mine while writing fanfics!

This takes place before the oasis when Sanzo is travelling with Hazel.

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“Who told you about the Seiten Taisei?”

That question, *again*. Hazel was getting quite frustrated with Sanzo asking him the same question every day. He sighed and fixed Sanzo with an annoyed smile. “Would you fancy a few more potatoes?”

Sanzo banged his fist on the table, causing the forks and knives to rattle, and got up from his chair abruptly, producing a loud screech. The loud sounds startled Hazel, causing him to flinch back. He stared at Sanzo as he stormed off. “You can’t keep dodging the question,” Sanzo hissed, fumbling with his pack of Marlboros. He then went for the door, not even casting a backwards glance at Hazel. Hazel assumed he was going out for a smoke, probably to get away from him more than anything.

Hazel slumped in his seat slightly. He’d thought travelling with the Sanzo priest would have been… ‘pleasant’. The man was beautiful, and Hazel thought himself to be rather attractive, too. He’d thought it was obviously going to work out to his advantage. However, he hadn’t counted on the fact that Sanzo seemed to completely dismiss the idea; perhaps he’d been wrong, that Sanzo wasn’t into men? Someone of such beauty was wasted on women…

Then he hit upon an idea. He shoved the steak on his plate around with his fork, unsure if it would be such a great idea. However, it would be a win-win situation. Perhaps Sanzo would leave him once he knew about the other Sanzo; but travelling with the priest was unbearable in its own way. Sanzo’s rough demeanor only made his heart beat faster with lust; the memory of the way the fan had sounded hitting flesh made his pants tighten. The decision was obvious.

So when Sanzo returned from his abnormally long break, Hazel was finishing the last of his wine and sitting on the bed. When Sanzo came in, completely ignoring his presence, Hazel spoke quietly into the tense, still air. “I have an exchange to propose, Mr. Sanzo. If you really want to know the answer to your question.”

Sanzo looked at him from his position across the room, standing by the endtable that held a lamp, Sanzo’s glasses, a newspaper, and now the pack of cigarettes. His anger was completely gone, replaced by apathy, as if barely interested in anything Hazel was doing or saying. When no response was forthcoming, Hazel pushed forward. “An exchange, Mr. Sanzo.”

“What do you want?” Sanzo was tense, looking at him suspiciously now.

Hazel smiled at him to try to assuage the other’s fears, but he guessed Sanzo probably knew, if only vaguely, what Hazel intended. “That fan that you carry,” Hazel said quietly, as if he didn’t want to say what he was saying, after all. “It made a wonderful sound. I bet you can make it sting quite a bit, can’t you?” He put his wineglass down on the bedside table.

Sanzo slowly walked over to stand a few small feet from Hazel. He looked down at him from his standing position and demanded, “Stop dodging around the issue. Just tell me what you want.”

“Alrighty then, Mr. Sanzo. I want—in exchange for tellin’ you the information you so desire—for you to…punish me…with that fan.”

His words hung in the air like foggy clouds. Sanzo stared at him, just stared at him with that calculating, blank look. Hazel couldn’t help but wring the hat he held in his hands, unable to meet his gaze. He instead stared somewhere at the ground. The silence was broken by Sanzo, and what he said surprised Hazel into looking up at him again. “Why do you feel you need to be punished?”

Hazel laughed nervously. “I don’t rightly know myself, to tell you the truth. But that’s what I want. What do you say?”

Sanzo stared at him a moment more. Hazel was going crazy with emotion not knowing what the man was thinking. He felt anger, shame, disgust, hope, and lust, all in one big bundle of horrific joy. It was enough to drive one mad.

“Fine.”

Hazel heard blood roar in his ears when the verdict was finally spoken. The bundle of emotion melted into a puddle of anxiety, relief, and excitement. He stood, limbs shaking slightly, putting him extremely close to Sanzo. He dropped his hat unconcerned to the floor. Sanzo took out his fan while Hazel turned around and bent over, putting his hands on the bed. He spread his legs wide enough so that his stance was relatively comfortable.

Before it began, Sanzo asked, “Where’s Gat?”

“I sent him away for awhile. He won’t be disturbin’ us.”

“Are you really sure about this?”

“Why, Sanzo, are you concerned about lil’ ole me?”

Sanzo grunted in annoyance. Hazel could hear the fan ruffling as Sanzo fiddled with it.

The first blow was quick but hard. Hazel wasn’t expecting it, and yelped. He gasped in a breath, shifting slightly on his feet. That had been wonderful. The next blow was similar, but firmer. Hazel had to bite back a moan at the blunt pain. He’d been so completely right about Sanzo. He most definitely knew how to mete out punishment.

Hazel endured the next few blows quietly, only a very light grunt escaping him with each blow. His ass was hurting in a consistent fashion now, but it wasn’t enough. His clothes were getting in the way of achieving full satisfaction from this.

Without consulting Sanzo or even really thinking about the consequences, Hazel began undoing his pants. Sanzo paused in his swatting and Hazel could practically hear the question hovering between them, though Sanzo remained silent. He slipped his fingers beneath his pants and underwear and pushed them down until they were by his knees. This exposed his thighs and lightly pink ass. He pulled up his shirt slightly and bent back over the bed. He was breathing hard, expecting to be denied, now, but hoping beyond all hope it wouldn’t stop.

The blow on his bare ass sent a shockwave of lust through him. He moaned roughly, clutching his loose shirt to his chest and the bedcovers beneath him. It was ten times better on bare skin. He hadn’t counted on Sanzo perhaps understanding his need, otherwise he was sure being naked in front of the man in any way would probably bring about terrible consequences. His earlier advances had been met with disgust and anger, after all. But for once he was not trying to seduce Sanzo. He just needed this. The skill he was displaying was one of the many reasons why he liked Sanzo so much.

Hazel endured the hard swats coming in rapid succession with pleased muffled yelps and a wiggling ass. He couldn’t help it. The pain was exquisite. The pleasure of it had him shaking and sweating, unable to hold himself up by his hands anymore. His ass was up in the air above his head and the rest of him was lying weakly on the bed. He gritted his teeth, eyes squeezed shut. After enduring this for a few minutes, Sanzo paused. Hazel heard the slipping of cloth but was so wrapped up in the pain that was his backside that he couldn’t even begin to wonder about it.

That was, until a none-too-gentle hand grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked him up. He hurriedly rose with it, pushing up with his arms until the pressure eased. This kind of pain also sent a thrill through him and he couldn’t help the moan that escaped. He felt Sanzo's presence close behind him, the man's robes brushing his backside lightly. “Open your mouth,” came a harsh voice, and Hazel complied immediately. A knotted cloth was shoved in his mouth roughly and made him gag, surprised. Fingers deftly tied it on to his head tightly, effectively gagging him. Then the hands moved from his hair to his back. He groaned in dismay through his new gag at the loss of the hairpulling, but bent with the new pressure on his back submissively. His ass was now up in the air again with him lying otherwise prone on the bed.

A gentle touch on his reddened skin made him flinch. The hand went on to smooth gently over the whole cheek, and the touch sent pain flaring. But it felt really good. Hazel moaned through the gag, bucking his hips slightly at the feeling. “You really are enjoying this,” Sanzo said, sounding amused. He gripped the red globe roughly, making Hazel cry out. Hazel tried to speak through the gag, but it came out horribly broken and muffled.

Then the hand on his ass rose away, coming ferociously back down in a slap. The sound echoed through the room and Hazel flinched. Every lungful of air he breathed out now turned into a whimper or a moan as Sanzo began slapping him with a closed hand. Each blow was accompanied by a stroking, light touch where it had just hit for a second before the next one followed. The sensations drove Hazel up the wall with lust. Now all he knew was that he wanted a cock inside him riding him hard, thrusting in so deep that their bodies would meet solidly and provide more sensation to his abused ass. With the gag, he couldn’t ask. So he tried asking with his hands. He fumbled blindly behind him, whimpering as he did so. He felt tears leaking from his eyes.

“No!” Sanzo admonished angrily, grabbing his wrists. He shoved them up onto his back. The anguish this caused made Hazel wriggle and pant deliriously. He tried bucking his ass up at Sanzo, but Sanzo was standing so that he was too far away to touch. He lay still as the hands worked again, and he felt the cloth in his mouth tug as Sanzo used that to tie his wrists, too. This forced his head back slightly, or pulled his arms uncomfortably far up his back. He whimpered again at his new position lying flat on the bed, hands tied behind his back. Sanzo pushed at his back and thighs and helped him to get onto the bed fully, but without Hazel’s hands it was hard going. The rough treatment had his blood pulsing faster, rushing through his veins. He felt like he might faint.

Now that he was on the bed, in a doggy-style-like position, a hand connected with his ass again. He moaned for more through his gag, but it came out as a muffled plea. With his hands tied behind his back his face was shoved against the bed hard, but he didn’t mind. The world was only the throbbing pain he felt and the cloth digging into his wrists.

He heard paper rustling and recognized the sound of the fan. He spread his legs in readiness, welcoming it. The fan rained down on his ass over and over, even travelling over his thighs and lower back. Each hit was exact, perfect, and as hard as it could be without breaking the fan. He was thrown into a delirium, unable to focus on anything but sensations. He was in a world all of his own where the only things that mattered were the pain and Sanzo’s touch.

“You’re hard,” Sanzo mumbled. He reached beneath Hazel’s form and gripped Hazel’s hard, dripping cock. Hazel cried out, struggling, and almost fell over. He would have if Sanzo hadn’t grabbed his hip. Sanzo stroked over the hard flesh tentatively, and the light touch only made Hazel go wild. “Nooo,” was fairly clear through the gag.

“What, this isn’t part of the deal?”

Hazel moaned something again, which sounded like No, but Sanzo ignored it. “Hm? What? I can’t understand you. You’ve got to speak more clearly.”

Hazel whimpered, saying no again and again, but Sanzo just kept pretending as if he didn’t understand. His hand fisted more tightly, slicking up the cock damp with precum. Hazel’s back arched up stiffly as the pleasure built hot and quick, his orgasm getting close already. He tried struggling more, but Sanzo only gripped him there harder, and managed to keep him in the same position.

“Behave,” he uttered. The command made Hazel go still, breathing hard. Hazel whimpered through his gag as Sanzo kept pumping his cock. Then a wetness touched Hazel’s red ass. He recognized the feeling of a tongue readily. He knew he was probably bleeding from small, shallow cuts opened by the fan’s blows. That tongue was licking at one such cut. This drove Hazel wild. He felt his body tense, felt his orgasm surge. He yelled through the gag wildly but to no avail. Neither the hand nor tongue would stop. He came hard, screaming, spurting all over the bed.

He went slack, but Sanzo’s hands kept a steady grip on his hips to keep him in position. Hazel shook as he tried to calm his racing heart and gasping breaths, but failed. The tongue returned to his ass, accompanied by another smack from Sanzo on the other cheek. Hazel groaned weakly. The tongue laved all over the bloody, abused flesh. It then travelled sideways. When it reached the cleft between both cheeks Sanzo spit between them. The spit slicking up his twitching hole made Hazel buck weakly, still too overcome by the best orgasm he'd had in awhile to do much else. He moaned no again, but Sanzo ignored it.

When his hole was as lubricated as it was going to be, Sanzo pressed a forefinger into it. It slipped in easily. He thrust it in experimentally, enjoying the feel of muscles gripping him and Hazel moaning desperately. “Gojyo had you pegged. I didn’t believe him when he told me you were a slutty, kinky fairy. Well, looks like he wins the bet.”

Hazel sobbed through his gag, but continued to thrust back onto the finger.

“I bet you want something bigger than this,” Sanzo continued, voice heavy with lust. Hazel nodded his head as well as he could from his position and groaned. Smirking, Sanzo pushed another finger inside and scissored them in and out. He spit there again and made sure it was lubed up enough to thrust hard and fast. He angled his fingers just right and Hazel cried out, struggling so much that he did fall over on his side. Still, Sanzo thrust, pushing him down with his free hand. Lying flat on the bed didn’t feel as good, but it was more comfortable. He thrashed as Sanzo hit the spot inside him. Sanzo went straight for it with each following thrust of his fingers. He dug his nails into Hazel’s thigh and had the other man writhing over the bed. Hazel yelled a warning again, but that only increased Sanzo’s pace and made him tear at Hazels’ thigh with his nails.

Hazel came again. His orgasm had him shuddering and screaming. He thrashed weakly on the bed, overcome with pleasure. When it was finally over after what felt like an eternity he went still, breathing hard. He groaned as Sanzo removed his fingers, but was otherwise incapable of doing anything.

Sanzo used the downtime to untie his wrists and remove the gag. Hazel coughed weakly as the soaked cloth left his mouth dry, and rubbed his wrists idly as he turned over onto his back. He didn’t have the strength to fix his pants, and besides, his clothes were sullied. It was almost time to change for bed, but he couldn’t get up if he tried. He lay there, breathing hard, and watched Sanzo drop the tangled silk sash usually tied around his waist to the ground. So that was what he’d used. The monk’s face was flushed, but he appeared otherwise like his usual self. Serious and detached.

After a minute, Hazel’s body had calmed down enough that he shakily disrobed, wincing as he sat on his sore ass. He smiled as he thought of the fact that he’d be feeling it for awhile. Sanzo was watching him. He looked back at the monk with what he hoped was an unreadable expression. “Mr. Ukoku—“

“Not right now,” Sanzo spoke quietly, instantly hushing Hazel.

Hazel nodded. “Thank ye kindly,” he rasped. His voicebox hurt from all the screaming he’d done. Completely naked now, Hazel flopped back onto the bed, too weak to get his clothing. Perhaps he would sleep naked tonight. Gat didn’t like him to, but that was just too bad. One night wouldn’t hurt.

As he lay there Sanzo came over and sat on the edge of the bed. His face was still pink. Hazel thought he was so beautiful it was unbearable. His chest tightened.

“That may have been… overkill,” Sanzo whispered. He sat with his hands resting limply on the bed to either side of his body. He wouldn’t meet Hazel’s eyes. This was the most vulnerable he’d ever seen Sanzo.

“Oh, no! Not at all. I actually think I might owe you a thang or two more than just tellin’ y’of Mr. Ukoku,” he joked.

“Hnn.”

“Anythang I can do?”

“I acted out of the agreement. You don’t owe me anything.”

“On the contrary, Mr. Sanzo. I hate bein’ unfair. Now git over here.”

Sanzo looked at him, eyes calculating but unsure. Hazel thought he probably didn’t have much experience. Hazel met the look square on, exuding confidence. He sat up, gaze never wavering, and smiled. He patted a spot closer to him, deeper onto the rather large bed.

Sanzo seemed to make up his mind by looking at Hazel’s nude form lying so casually on the bed, beckoning. He slung his loose robes away and climbed to where he’d been told. Hazel turned over and flopped onto his stomach so that his head faced Sanzo and his legs were laid out behind him on the bed. He smiled as he placed a hand on Sanzo’s groin. Sanzo sucked in a breath at the sure touch on his erection. As Hazel began unbuttoning his jeans, Sanzo said, “Uhh…”

“Don’t you worry over a thang, hun. Let me take care of everythang,” he said, smiling up at him. Sanzo shifted so that he faced Hazel more, knee bent sideways on the bed and the other trailing out toward and over the edge. When his jeans were undone his erection came free. Hazel sighed in appreciation before grasping the base with one hand and setting the head against his lips. Sanzo shuddered as Hazel sucked the hard flesh inside his mouth and lowered his head. Taking in as much as he could, he massaged it with his lips and tongue, lathering it up. Then he began to suck. Sanzo hunched forward, muscles in his stomach and legs twitching. “Ghnn--!”

Hazel was completely bent on pleasing Sanzo. He did all of the tricks he knew, rotating his head and pressing hard with his tongue, causing Sanzo to moan low; sucking hard while deep-throating it, driving Sanzo to loud moaning he seemed unable to control; licking the weeping slit of the head, tasting the sweet nectar Sanzo produced. All of these things helped push Sanzo over the edge within a few minutes. He fisted his hand in Hazel’s hair and tried to drag him off, but Hazel only moaned at the pain and sucked him harder. “Hazel—“ Sanzo grunted, fist tugging until Hazel thought he’d pull out all his hair. And then he came, squirting down Hazel’s throat. Hazel swallowed it all.

After it was over Hazel flopped over, licking his lips. He smiled at Sanzo's nervous, jerky movements as he put his pants back to where they belonged. He stretched out on the bed and watched Sanzo get up and scoop up his robes, hurriedly putting them on, though there was no real reason to. To fill the awkwardness between them, Hazel spoke.

“Mr. Ukoku...”